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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Synthesiser
C Dot Castro
C Dot Castro
Vocals
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Keyboards
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Composer
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
Composer
Christopher Julian Castro
Christopher Julian Castro
Lyrics
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Composer
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Logic
Producer
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Producer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
Producer
6ix
6ix
Producer

Lyrics

Now, oh shit I'm sick as fuck, I'm getting over it though This like my game six shit, this that Jordan Bad bitches in the back Bad bitches in the front Bad bitches every week Bad bitches every month Bad bitches in the back (c'mon, c'mon) Bad bitches in the front (yeah) Bad bitches every week (ay, yeah yeah) Bad bitches every month (here we go) That boy, you know it's- The one and only master of ceremony, a lot of y'all know me Sippin' scotch getting stoney always got it out don't he? I'm in the tux, like I'm at the Tony's Got the DadBod, back in the day I used to be boney Now we at Mastro's, back in the day used to balogna Ask Castro, yeah, that's just the past though Used to have the fast flow Used to be broke as hell now you know we got the cash flow Don't ever put it past bro Logic is a brand, is a monopoly, and you ain't even passed go Bitches at the party, and I watch the way they ass go Vęrses like a bible, yes, I'm coming with the mass flow 2019, yeah, the boy he had a afro, never had the cornrows Only once at 17, get this money, evergreen Your pockets is never green, saddest shit I've ever seen Uh, that's the saddest shit I ever seen Ya pockets is never green, the saddest shit I ever seen Bad bitches in the back Bad bitches in the front Bad bitches every week Bad bitches every month Bad bitches in the back Bad bitches in the front Bad bitches every week Bad bitches every month (yeah, yeah, yeah) That boy, you know it's- (ay) Truthfully it's hard for me to come up with verses It's hard for me to take these words and make 'em connect like it's cursive 'Cause truthfully, deep down a nigga be really out here feeling worthless That's why I never let my raps sink below the surface That's why I'm scared to ever let the light shine through the curtains 'Cause I fear to see the whole world hate me on Google searches Gotta get into your head in order to locate where my worth is They say "Congratulations" but I don't feel I deserve it 'Cause truthfully I ain't satisfied with shit unless it's perfect That's why no matter how far I get I still be the furthest from my dreams 'Cause it's never enough, so forever I'm fucked 'Cause I know I'll never give up unless I'm dead or in cuffs Unless somebody run up, lift the gun up to my head, let it bust And before that happens just wanna talk about what's never discu- Bad bitches in the back Bad bitches in the front Bad bitches every week Bad bitches every month Bad bitches in the back Bad bitches in the front Bad bitches every week Bad bitches every month That boy, you know it's- Every day, every day you know I got it Every day, every day you know I- Every day, every day you know I got it Every day, every day you know I- Now Now
Writer(s): Kevin Randolph, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury, Christopher Julian Castro, Kyle Metcalfe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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